Author Information
Down Memory Lane
It lies inside
A chest of drawers, old
With a small label
“Down memory lane”
Written in gold
Often in a pensive mood
In that room I go
To play with my possessions
As memories flash
To and fro
My first book and
A dinky toy
Which daddy bought
When I was a boy
A car’s worn bearing
And a tele’s burnt tube
Little collection of marbles
A box of blocks
And cubes
An album of faded pictures
Coming apart
A damp old diary
Full of tales
Of my heart
A book of poems
And a milk van
I save all these
For my sons
As memories span
The years that have been
I relive them all
One by one
And in anguish call
Take away my possessions
All that I have today
Return to me
A moment of my past
Of that yesterday
I comfort my heart
And for my children
I pray
That some room
Somewhere will contain
A chest of drawers
Etched
Down memory lane
Dear Shehzad, the last stanza is beautiful...the gist of what you want to say....beautiful again! Do avoid Wordsworth's pensive mood....forgive me but you are my friend and I feel you are much above Wordsworth.